By Jim

Two in the afternoon and it’s almost dark. The old man and a young curly-headed boy sat on the back stoop. The clouds were almost black — some gray and white but not much — so low they seemed to touch the tree-tops.

The flash of lightening and a crack of thunder scared them both, but the old man smiled. “Smell that, Boy?” There was an odor in the air. “That’s sulphur. Nature makes the nutrients and the rain spreads them around.”

Another crack! “Wow! That was loud!” said the little one. “More sulphur?”

“You’re catching on.”

They heard a voice, “Charlie… you better get that boy inside.”

“He’s got to learn, woman.” He went on to explain, “Mother nature makes nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, and sulphur. The rain spreads it over the farmland. It’s vitamins for the ground.”

The rain was coming down heavy. The old man said, “Come on, Boy, let’s go in before we get soaked and your grandmother jumps all over me.” He laughed.

It’s been 66 years. I can still smell the sulphur in a storm.

One response to “Nourishment

  1. lahcorrespondent

    I hope you don’t mind this title, Jim (of course it is easily changed). When I re-read this I realized that not only do you describe the rain helping to nourish the earth, but you make obvious the nurturing relationship between the old man and the young Boy. Perhaps the title should be Nature and Nurture’ or ‘The Nature of …’

    I look forward to your response.

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